Little bRaD

We all have a little one living inside us They make life silly and fun with nobody beside us

Little Emily was born perfect. Little Brad too. But sometimes things happen That make us feel blue

What makes little brad sad? Was it hot and cold mom, or maybe mad dad?

If you go “mad dad” and say terrible shit Little Em has a mad dad inside her too, throwing a fit wanting scream, fuss, fight and spit

So next time you put shit in her mouth Or trash in her mind Be prepared for the beating of your fucking life

She has the “ammo” but she won’t use it Little Brad has had his fair share of pain And she won’t confuse it

He’s fickle and indecisive Unfair to others; unfair to himself Mad dad brad gets most mad at others for what he doesn’t like about himself

He expect nothing less than perfect Yet little regard for his health Which is it? Weekend warrior or health is wealth?

mad dad brad can retire whenever he’s ready He’s tired and grumpy and in need of some heady lol

Little Brad lives there too scared of mad dad Let little guy take over, and see if you’re still sad

Give attention to the part of you that deserves your attention most Not the part that likes to brag or to boast It’s good to have fun and relax and to banter But eyes on the prize or you’ll keep getting fatter

You are the best one of you there will ever be. EVER. Don’t take that for granted You deserve better 🖤